A story has a beginning and an end. It has a lot of middling. My life does too.
Read MoreI’ve been working on my kitchen. That is to say, the kitchen in my family space is being worked on by many hands. I live with others and I’m blessed that the home is oddly constructed.
Read MoreThis is hard to write about. Part of tilling soul soil is being willing to admit things. And while I can admit this to myself [sometimes] and those around me, I’ve had problems admitting some of this to other people.
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